Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(51)

Cardigans? “Probably ten or so. They’re easy. They’re kind of like a uniform for me, I guess.”

One she’d never considered sexy, but it was obvious they did something for Owen. When she’d unbuttoned completely, she eased the sweater off her shoulders and made quick work of her blouse and skirt.

Owen watched her like a lazy tiger who knew damn well he was going to get his dinner, and he didn’t mind playing with it. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her white cotton bikini panties and utilitarian bra. If he thought they were boring, it didn’t show in his eyes.

“Come here.”

She hesitated. “I thought you wanted me naked.”

“I want to finish the job. Don’t question me about this or I might see how you like spanking right here and now.” He sounded like he was slightly on the edge, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

The man knew how to make a woman feel wanted. She liked her body. It wasn’t perfect, but it served its purposes. Now she kind of loved her body because it was putting that look in Owen’s eyes. She liked being this woman. Not afraid. She walked across the room and placed herself in front of Owen, holding still for his…well, for anything he wanted to do to her.

He moved forward, putting his hands on her hips first. His eyes came up and then seemed to make a map of her body. Everywhere he looked, she felt her skin come alive. Her nipples tightened as he stared at her breasts.

Then she felt his fingers trace up to the back of her bra. With an easy maneuver, her breasts came free and he tossed the bra away. He breathed out, a sigh that seemed like admiration.

“Damn but you’re beautiful,” he said. “I tried to picture them, but you’re far more lovely in person. You’re the sweetest handful.”

He proved it, cupping her breasts in his palms. Heat flashed through her and she arched herself against him. He hissed slightly and then his hands were on her waist, pulling her in close.

“I wanted to do this. I wanted to do this the minute you walked into that lift. I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d seen. Then I realized you’re a bit crazy and I knew I wanted you.” He brought her in close and she couldn’t breathe as he licked her nipple, a slow dragging of his tongue.

“Well, I thought you were hot enough to be a stripper.” She wanted credit. She’d known the minute she’d laid eyes on him that he was the most gorgeous man in the world. Her building kind of seemed flooded with them lately, but he was the pinnacle of that beefcake.

And he was sweet and nice, and she found that sexy, too.

But all that mattered in that moment was the fact that he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She felt it all through her body, liquid pleasure coursing through her. She let her fingers sink into Owen’s silky hair as he lavished her with attention. She clutched him close, reveling in every suck and nip and lick of his mouth. He bit down gently, and she shuddered as the tiny pain turned to pleasure.

Callused hands worked their way down her back to skim the edge of her panties.

She lost herself in feeling, in the way their bodies seemed to flow together. It didn’t matter that she was practically naked and he was fully clothed. He’d gotten her to a place where she didn’t have to think about the worries of the day or whether or not she was making a mistake. This wasn’t a mistake. It was an experience, and she felt so much for the man giving it to her. He dropped off the couch, getting to his knees.

“These come off now.” The low command was followed by his fingers dragging at the waistband of her underwear.

She lifted her feet and then her undies were being tossed to the side where her bra sat. He kissed his way down her body, lips making a trail from her breasts down to her belly. He licked at her belly button, and she’d never once considered that to be some erogenous zone. Owen was finding all kinds of new ones since everywhere the man licked or kissed seemed to come alive.

“Put your right leg on the table.”

She came out of the fog of lust. “What?”

He didn’t seem to want to repeat his commands. He gently gripped her right leg and showed her what he wanted. She balanced against his shoulder and allowed him to shift her.

A shudder of anticipation went through her as she realized what he was doing. It had been so long since she’d had any attention at all down there. She could give herself an orgasm. A vibrator could take the place of a cock, but nothing ever felt quite like a man’s tongue devouring her, his hands holding her still while he feasted.

There was zero hesitation in the man. The minute he had her where he wanted her, her pussy open for his exploration, he leaned in and rubbed his nose right in her labia. He breathed her in like she was the sweetest perfume.

“You’re so ready.” That accent had gone deep again. She could practically see the man in a kilt, a sword at his side. “I could fuck you right now and my cock would slide in no problem.”

“But you’re not going to do that, are you?”

His eyes came up, heavy lidded with pure lust and willpower. “No. I’m not letting you off that easy this time. This time you’re mine to do with as I will. This is my will, love.”

He leaned over and set his mouth on her and it took all she had to not cry out at the sensation. He licked her in long, slow drags of his tongue. She couldn’t see anything but his head at her core, sucking at her, pulling at her clit in the sweetest way.